What?
That color looks good on you.
Hi.
Hey.
Did you need something?
No.
Okay.
I was thinking…
maybe we could grab dinner tonight?
There's this place on 9th Avenue.
Yeah.
Never mind. I'll let you get back to work.
Does the lady prefer red or white flowers for her corsage?
-What? -For our first date.
This is a date, right?
Right?
Don't push it.
I'll text you the address.
Wait, so it's red or white?
I think it's red. It's red.
There.
That's better.
Three days, maybe four.
If you don't get lost.
Which you will.
Here I come lights.
Whatever you are.
Holy shit.
Hello.
No.
Fuck!
Shit.
Straight lines are hard out here.
You know, could be worse.
Yeah, how?
You could be dead.
-Mom.
Mom.
-Mom! -What is it, sunflower?
I'm working.
Where's Dad? I have Girl Scouts.
In a faculty meeting.
So, now I get to take you.
Why did you do that?
Houses… are prisons.
-We have to take two subways.
-Mom. -We're not taking the subway.
We're taking the car, sí?
We have all the time in the world.
Does Dad know you're driving?
Your father needs to stop trying to control everything we do.
Open your eyes!
Move! Ah!
Where's the funeral?
What an idiot!
You're passing it! Stop!
I should be a stunt driver, right?
It ends at00.
Don't eat too much, summer solstice is here.
Your father says I put too much turmeric in the stew.
I'll buy him the bread with the seeds he likes, he needs cumin.
Oh, should I make popcorn for the movie?
Too much melted butter makes the crunch go away.
Are you okay?
Mighty fine.
- 00 or- 00?
What?
-Fuck! Go!
She wants to pull out.
- 00 or fucking- 00, Liv?
You don't want to go to the movies tonight?
00 is good.
It's one thing to travel in a straight line,
when you have a fixed point you can keep your eye on.
Today we're gonna learn how to make…
a compass.
If you're ever lost, this is how you find your way home.
Your North.
Okay, put it through the cork
and then we're gonna drop it into the water.
Who wants to try next?
What's wrong? You forget your cork collection?
Yes.
Today's just not your day.
Fuck.
Okay, first we're gonna magnetize the needle just like this.
Then we're gonna put it through the cork.
Magnet.
Fucking magnet.
Fuck.
Shit.
Okay. Okay, there's got to be one. Fu--
That should be enough.
Fuck, yeah.
Ow! Ah, fuck!
Perfect.
The usual, hon?
Uh, not yet, I'm actually waiting on someone.
Not just you and your laptop tonight?
Who's the lucky fella?
Oh, just some guy from work.
-Hey!
Easy.
I am going to dance on the bar the day that thing dies.
You know what?
I will have something.
My usual.
What are you going to play?
Hey.
You came.
Yeah. Um, am I late?
-I thought you said00. -No, no, no, no. I'm just always early.
Come on. I'm at the bar. Come on.
They serve food in here?
Uh…
Do peanuts qualify?
They're accompanied by my favorite bourbon.
-What are we drinking, kids? -Mm, same for me.
-A club soda, thanks. -What? No.
Come on, one drink. This is my happy place.
This is your happy place?
Mm-hm, it's where I come to forget.
One drink.
When did you… when did you know you wanted to be a lawyer?
Sixth grade.
Mm-hm.
I conducted an investigation
in my homeroom because someone stole my pencil case.
Yeah, the trial was held during recess.
You?
Well, I'm still not sure I do want to be a lawyer.
You know, I studied philosophy in college.
-Of course, you did.
-I thought I was gonna teach. -Oh, yeah? What happened?
Uh… my mom died.
-I'm sorry. -But it's okay, I kind of checked out.
Backpacked through Europe for a while.
And when the money ran out, I decided to go to law school.
Dance with the devil a few years, then cash out while I still have a soul.
Go do something meaningful or meaningless.
Buy an RV, see the world.
Plant a garden with flowers, have goats.
You know, like, regular life.
What?
Please tell me you have never been to Burning Man.
No, but I do consider myself Burning Man adjacent.
Okay, can I get the check, please?
-I'm very much Burning Man-curious. -I'm done.
-What, you don't want to go with me? -No, thank you.
Seems like a great place to forget.
Oh, trust me, I've got that covered.
Thanks for showing me your happy place.
Hi, you've reached Liv Rivera.
I can't return your call right now.
My phone is dead and I'm stranded in the forest.
Please contact Danny Summerfield
and tell him to stay the fuck out of my snack drawer.
And that I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Hi.
It's me, Liv.
Your daughter. Remember?
Where were you?
The adventurer returns bearing gifts from her travels!
Guess what I found at the store--
What if something happened to her?
I have a sickness. I didn't choose to be this way.
But I won't make myself disappear.
Look how much I've been painting.
Look at all those people who came to my show.
Use your head. You're a mother.
That's not all I am.
I am a painter. I am a person!
Also, Dad died.
Not sure if you care about that but…
Now I'm here…
walking in the woods.
I almost died in a plane crash.
What else?
Well, I'm pregnant.
Any motherly advice?
Other than always put yourself first?
And… and don't tell me to have fun.
Fuck fun.
I'm where fun goes to die. That's on you, by the way.
I think I'm lost.
Is this how you felt before you left?
Never mind, it doesn't matter.
No!
Oh, no, no, no…
Uh-oh!
Looks like your magnet wore off.
You forget something?
-Shouldn't you think this through? -I have.
I'm going back to the lake to get the watch.
And what makes you think you can find your way back
better than you can find your way forward?
I can do it better than you.
Oh, yeah? How's that?
For one thing, you're dead.
Yeah, but I'm also you.
I can find my way home. I've done it before.
-Are you thinking what I'm thinking? -Shut up.
You should have just let him drag me into the woods.
He was only trying to survive.
-And I was already dead.
Did you really think you were going to find her?
Or is this whole thing just you throwing another match
into the gas can you call your life?
I am all that you have got.
-You need me. -For what?
To tell me how everything I'm doing wrong and how everything's gonna go to shit,
I can do that on my own.
I've been doing in entire my life.
Now get the fuck out of my head. I am done with you.
What song are you humming?
It's a secret.
Let's dance.
Oh.
What?
Watch this.
Whoo!
-What is happening right now? -Try it, it's fun.
Come on, kick a can whenever you can.
Ooh!
That's right.
In addition to being a kick-ass lawyer, I'm also a fucking poet.
Just like my dad.
You know, when my mom was in the hospital, I wasn't very--
You know, what? Why don't you kick the fucking can already?
Come on, Burning Man.
Kick it.
That's not a kick!
-This is a kick!
-Are you okay? -Mighty fine.
What's wrong?
I'm going to take you home, huh?
I'm not going home until we finish our dance.
-Liv.
There's a word in Hebrew.
Mekhila.
It means something like forgiveness.
It comes from the same word as makhol.
Which means dance.
Hey!
Help!
Please! Please, I'm here!
I'm right here!
I'm right here.
Hey! Hey!
Mekhila.
That sounds so pretty.
-Wait!
It means, will you accept…
But don't forget.
-It means you dance with your past. -Danny.
Please, come back!
-Dad, let me in! Let me in!